Log: Jean-Phillipe & Laurie

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Jean-Phillipe notes Laurie's happy demeanor after a night spent with Eamon and questions her on her language skills.



Laurie stretched, humming quietly to herself as she poured pancake batter into a skillet, wondering if she'd be able to convince Eamon to stay in bed with her tomorrow. It was a wednesday, so she while she should be going to class, she could afford to skip some classes for a day.

"Well, at least one of us got laid last night," Jean-Phillipe muttered, still blearily waking up as he shuffled into the common area of the suite.

"Is that Irishman of yours ever going to stay over? It is not as though I am shocked that you are having sex or anything like that, so he does not have to sneak out before I wake up in the morning."

"Actually, he left last night, the mansion isn't exactly his scene, but if you're very nice to me, I'll see if he's willing to do some sort of dinner thing if you want to get to know him," Laurie noted, cheery tone uninhibited by her suitemates obvious grumpiness. "There's also fruit on the bench if you'd rather that. Tea should be ready in a few minutes as well."

"It does not make a difference to me if I meet him," Jean-Phillipe said dismissively. "Just that you are less annoying after a night of..." he pitched his voice higher and breathy "...'oh Eamon, yes! Fuck me right there!'" He picked up an apple nonchalantly and bit into it. "It is just that I have to deal with your looking insufferably pleased with yourself the morning after."

"Thanks...I think," Laurie replied, giving him a quizzical look. "I didn't think the walls were that thin."

"Non. It is just that you are that -loud-." Loud enough that the cynic in Jean-Phillipe wondered if she were faking, or vocalizing because it was expected of her. She certainly had some very odd ideas about relationships and things being expected of her, as far as he could tell.

"You're exaggerating, I can't possibly be that loud," Laurie said with a bit of a sniff, Eamon didn't like it when she held back, so she'd always allowed herself the complete loss of control with him that she never would with anyone else. "I'm sure you're just as loud, anyway."

Jean-Phillipe shook his head. "I am not exaggerating in the least. Would you like a list of the things you were saying last night? You have quite the foul mouth, young lady." As for the second part, he shrugged. "Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It depends on the context."

Not that he'd had a date in a while to be loud with. This dry spell was getting a bit annoying.

"Eamon prefers when I don't control how I respond too much," Laurie admitted, flipping another pancake onto the plate she'd been using to stack them. "It's nice, not to have to worry that the person I'm with is going to freak out because I'm not concentrating on keeping my powers turned off. Just be glad that I had the air scrubber turned on in my room,"

Jean-Phillipe smirked. He wondered what kind of chaos would ensue if Laurie's scrubber were to have an...accident. But he supposed that might be a bit mean-spirited. And it would be kind of depressing to have the most action he'd see in a while be induced by her powers. "That still doesn't explain your dirty mouth," he replied.

"I need to explain my language?" Laurie asked, amused.

She leaned over to open a drawer and took out cutlery for them both before pushing a stack of pancakes Jean-Philippe's way. "Eat up before they get cold."

"I am just curious as to where a girl who has been so adamant about toeing the line and walking the straight and narrow learned some of those words," Jean-Phillipe rejoined as he took a fork and began eating heartily.

"There's this wondrous book, I believe we even have one in the library here. It's called a ‘dictionary'," Laurie noted, sarcasm readily apparent. "Where exactly do you think I learnt such words?"

She didn't mind Jean-Phillipe's teasing, and after the first few weeks they'd shared a suite, she'd learnt that he preferred if she responded rather then just trying to ignore him. Her sarcasm had actually improved under regular use, along with her French which she tested out on him on a regular basis.

Having someone willing to make fun of you for a bad French accent or pronunciation led to a quick learning curve.

"Certainly not from a dictionary," Jean-Phillipe snorted. "If you expect me to believe that, you are smoking something. And stronger than tobacco."

He wouldn't necessarily admit it to her, but having a roommate who was willing to banter back and forth with him was...relaxing, in an odd way.

"You do remember who I work with, yes?" Laurie asked with amusement.

Not that Vanessa would ever teach her half those words deliberately, or Bishop for that matter but Laurie was good at listening and she'd learnt a lot through her association with them both. Not to mention the few she'd learnt from Eamon himself.

"And smoking is a filthy habit."

"Hnh. A valid point," Jean-Phillipe replied to her first point. He raised a hand defensively at the second. "I smoke very infrequently, if you had not noticed. I rarely finish a pack in an entire week."

"Every smoke causes damage, you've probably already got the start of emphysema," Laurie noted, worry briefly flickering in her gaze. "Haven't you ever thought of quitting entirely, if you smoke so little now?"

"Pffft," Jean-Phillipe said dismissively. "You'd just find something else to hound me about."